the telltale whistle of boiling water is impossible to ignore. he can’t do it. one more cup of tea and he’ll be pissing for a week. “ here -- i’m gonna save you from yourself, ” he says, a fond smile on his lips. reaching past her, he switches off the stove and takes the kettle off the burner. “ believe it or not, there is such a thing as too much tea... ”
leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, he eyes her curiously for a moment. he knows why she does it -- it’s her routine. it makes her feel normal. tangible. he can understand that. but he can’t help but think there are better ways to deal with her... situation. and she deserves something better than endless cups of tea and the bare walls of the flat.
“ c’mon! there had to be something else you liked to do! unless making enough tea to satisfy a small army was your idea of fun... ” he prods her playfully with his elbow. “ say the word and we’ll do it! we’ll get out of here for awhile. us dead have got to stick together, after all... ” he adds, flashing her a wide smile. // @notyouraverageghost ♥︎’d
